how the lilies cling to staunch stems,
how the roses, brown-edged
from the drought but uncomplaining,
let their heads droop gently down,
their hips holding them firm… 35 more words
Everyone’s felt the embarrassment of not quite recognizing someone.
She walks toward you across the parking lot, her arms full of groceries. There’s something about the way her blond curls frame her face, the brown paper bag accentuating the pale pink of exertion in her cheeks. 643 more words